The Reluctant Submissive: Courage to Change [The Men of Treasure Cove 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  He moved in her slowly, rocking his hips against her. As Violet moaned and ground back against him, his hand slid up to cup her breast, fingers slowly twisting and teasing the nipple half crushed into the shower wall. She gasped and whimpered her need at him, which he deliberately ignored while his movements got a bit faster and harder, thrusting into her insistently, taking his own pleasure.

  He bit her shoulder lightly, scraping his teeth against her sensitive skin as he pushed deeply into her, coming quickly with a groan while the water cascaded down on them. He stayed there a moment as he continued to play with and tease her, keeping her on edge without allowing her relief before kissing her neck and reaching up to pull the showerhead down again.

  Once more he rinsed her thoroughly, paying special attention to the warmth running down between her thighs and paying no attention to her soft whimpers. When he was done, Sasha kissed her neck again, replacing the showerhead as he turned the water off.

  She heard him step out of the tub, then wrapped an arm around her, carefully helping her out as well. He wrapped a fresh towel around her and hugged her close. Violet curled up against his damp chest for a moment, desperate for more contact and a little comfort. She knew he wasn’t done with her. She prayed he wasn’t done with her. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips.

  “Do you know how much I love you?”

  Violet gasped. “You love me?”

  Sasha laughed and removed her blindfold. Blinking a few seconds, her gaze focused on his as he laughed and wrapped an arm around her. He led her out of the bathroom and over to her bed. Taking the towel from around her, he tousled it over her hair a moment and gave her another soft kiss.

  Slowly, he patted and rubbed her head to foot, drying her off before returning to get a bit more of the dampness out of her hair. Violet stood in shock. He loved her. Yet when the words finally sunk in, she smiled, enjoying the pampering he lavished on her until he was finished. She said nothing as he dried himself off quickly and tossed the towel aside.

  Lovingly, he took her hands and guided her to the middle of the bed. With a kiss, he laid her down on her stomach. Kneeling between her thighs, he started giving her a strong, sensual massage, kneading the kinks out of her back, shoulders, and neck.

  “From that first moment,” he whispered. Violet could hear the smile in his voice. “When I spotted you across the dungeon, I just knew. I can’t explain it, but it’s true. Then when I followed you into the tunnel, and you submitted so beautifully to me. You may have been scared, Violet, but I was petrified. Then seeing you again on the plane, lost and alone, only reaffirmed my desire to protect you. I knew from that first moment that you were something special. I want to love you as you should be loved. I want to cherish you as you need to be cherished. And I want to spend the rest of my days worshiping you, watching you blossom into the beautiful flower I know you are.”

  Sasha worked on her back for a while before shifting to one side and starting working down her arm. He carefully massaged down to her hand, working on every muscle and finger, before moving her wrist to the headboard. “Grab hold, little flower.” Doing as he requested, she wrapped her fingers around the wood post. “Now don’t let go.”

  Then he moved to the other side, repeating the same thing with her other arm, leaving her relaxed, outstretched arms above her head. She appreciated that he didn’t tie her down, giving her the power to halt whatever he was about to do. She’d been tied up too many times without a chance of escape to ever let a man chain her again.

  Violet lay relaxed with her face on the pillow while he moved down to her legs. Starting with the tops of her thighs, Sasha continued his thorough massage slowly down each leg, spending a bit of extra time to massage each foot. When he finished with her legs, she lay there, unsure of what he was about to do.

  Moving next to her, Sasha pushed a pillow under her hips to make her more comfortable and stood back to survey his handiwork.

  “Are you comfortable, little flower?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she purred dreamily.

  “Good. Just one more thing,” he told her, leaning over next to her head. He held up the blindfold to show her what he intended and she smiled, nodding. She was becoming enamored with blindfolds. Sasha reached down, putting it back in place before moving closer to kiss and nibble on her neck for a moment. While he kissed her, he slid a hand underneath her body, playfully squeezing and playing with her nipples. Violet moaned softly. Sasha chuckled.

  Finally standing again, he made his way back to the bed, running his hands lightly all over her as he moved to kneel between her spread thighs where her ass was sticking up in the air.

  Both hands ran up her legs and started kneading and squeezing her ass, his thumbs running down between the tops of her thighs and spreading her open. Violet moaned as one hand slid between her legs, lightly tracing along her nether lips and dipping into her spreading wetness. He ran his fingers up and down, probing and teasing while his other hand continued to rub and knead at her ass. Violet moaned and squirmed on the bed, wanting more.

  Sasha slid several fingers into her pussy, moving in and out of her wet cunt and finger fucking her slowly as she twisted, trying to grind against him. His other hand lifted and came down on her ass with a light smack, making her jump and groan. She was shocked he hit her, but like he said before, he wasn’t going to hurt her. Her ass warmed from his touch, yet the heat lacked something unattainable. There was warmth, yes, but the soft smoldering fire he lit was only adding fuel to her heightened awareness. For the first time in five years, she wanted someone to hit her.

  His fingers continued their slow fucking as he started alternating between lightly spanking her ass and rubbing over the warming skin until she was dripping wet and constantly moaning. Violet whimpered as he chuckled, “What’s wrong, little flower?”

  Violet managed to stammer, “I need.”

  “What do you need, Violet? Tell me. I’ll give you anything.”

  “It hurts. I need more.” She moaned.

  Another chuckle. “Is not what I am doing enough?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then what hurts, baby?”

  “My body. I ache everywhere. I need more.”

  “More what, Violet? Tell me.”

  “The burn. It’s not enough,” she cried, wiggling back toward him. She wanted him to ignite her. She needed it. She felt out of control and only he could calm her body.

  “Tell me what to do, Violet,” he replied, rubbing his hand against the warmth of her ass.

  “Spank me!” she screamed as his hand came down in one sharp crack. The second his hand connected, her mind flew, releasing her body from its confines. Whips of fire soared around her as if welcoming her into its embrace. She’d never felt so secured, so at peace, so loved before in her entire life.

  Violet groaned as he rubbed her ass, spreading the heat around. His other hand, slick with her juices, played with her tight asshole, massaging the muscles loose. He gripped her hip tightly as he moved close, still rubbing the tight ring with one thumb as his hard cock slid along her swollen clit then into her wet pussy. He pushed himself in and out a few times while she moaned in pleasure and whimpered when he withdrew.

  He resumed wetting his fingers and rubbing her tight ass for a few moments. Violet felt his other hand move back between her thighs. Then there was a pressure on her and she realized he was pushing the round, smooth vibrator inside her, nestling it deep.

  When he stopped rubbing and she felt the hard, smooth head of his cock press up against her ass. Violet inhaled sharply.

  There was a soft click and the vibrator started humming inside her. Violet moaned and bucked as Sasha’s fingers spread her ass wide. A searing pressure started as he slowly worked the head of his cock past the tight ring of her ass. It was slow agony, stretching her out as he pushed inside until he finally slid the head in with an exquisite pain that made her want more.

  He held still while she gasped for a moment as she rel
axed and adjusted to the sheer size of him. She had had anal sex before, but it had been five years. And though she hated it before, there was something astutely different. Where before there was a raw pain, this was more like a slow ache that started to build. While the muscles relaxed and she stopped fighting him, he reached under her to rub and tease her sensitive nub. Violet groaned when he realized he had another vibrator over his fingers. He slid it back and forth slowly, the symphony of sensation making her shiver and gasp. He pressed down just above the most sensitive point to send the vibration through the bone and the base of the nerves until she moaned and pushed her hips against him reflexively.

  “That’s it, little flower, relax. Open your bloom for me,” he murmured, working his cock deeper into her ass. Violet whimpered as he slowly pushed himself farther in, rubbing and teasing her the entire time, the fingertip vibrations driving her wild.

  She felt his hips finally press against her legs and groaned louder, unable to stop herself from pushing and grinding back against him. The dual vibrators were making her buck and rub against his hand and cock, lost in the sensations and in feeling so stretched and filled.

  There was another click, and the vibrations went up a notch, making her shudder and moan louder as he started fucking her ass. He made a few slow, careful strokes, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing himself all the way back in carefully before starting to fuck her with harder thrusts, speeding up gradually.

  He panted through his own heavy breathing as she moaned louder, biting on the pillow while she shook and trembled from the building heat, grinding herself against him as she got more desperate for release.

  When the climax swept over her, Violet half screamed, incoherent from the long build up to her release, shaking violently while she held tight to the bedposts, holding herself firmly in place. He stopped playing with her, his hands shifting to dig his fingers into her hips in a tight grasp.

  Sasha growled as he continued to pound into her, fucking her hard and deep as she spasmed and moaned, unable to move even if she wanted to. He shoved himself deeply into her, his own need taking over as his hips and balls slapped against her until he groaned loudly. With one final, hard thrust that ripped another screaming animal growl from her throat, Violet felt him pulsing inside her, coming hard and filling her with his heat.

  The hard pounding left her feeling sore but satiated as she slumped against the pillows propping her up. Sasha stayed behind her, his breathing telling her he was also feeling tired, but he moved slowly in and against her for few moments longer before clicking the vibrator off and pulling the vibrator off his fingers. Reaching down, he removed the pillow that held her up, and Violet slumped down a bit farther. She slowly straightened her legs, gradually sliding flatter on the bed, drenched with sweat as Sasha lay down on top of her. Violet could feel him still buried inside her and she whimpered a little, too tired to protest.

  She was still too exhausted to move when she felt his arms slide around her, holding her close. He reached up to carefully pull the blindfold off and run his hand through her hair.

  He pulled himself out gently while she whimpered, still holding her and kissing her back and neck. His lips continued to brush over her in feather-light kisses as she gave in to the spreading lassitude, her breathing calmed and steadied as she started to slide into a worn out sleep. The last thing she felt was being cradled against him as she drifted off, his warm breath on the back of her neck.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tristan was sitting at the dining room table reading the morning paper and drinking a cup of coffee when he decided to pick up his phone. He really didn’t like doing business before breakfast, but given that he wasn’t going to the office today, he had no other choice.

  “Hello, Mr. Summerfield.”

  “Mr. Deveroux, how are things going in Celestial?” Tristan said, leaning back in his chair, when he knocked over his coffee cup. Jumping up, he cursed, reaching for a napkin only to knock over his glass of water.

  “Is everything okay, Tristan?”

  “Hang on a sec,” Tristan ground out into the phone, placing it on the table. This was not how he wanted the conversation to go. He needed to get an update, not to play a maid. He really should have waited until he felt the table. He knew breakfast wasn’t for business. It never was.

  “Uh, Tristan, should I call you back later?” Aries asked.

  “No. I’ve just gotten myself into a situation.” Just then, Violet emerged from her bedroom. She was still groggy but beautiful. He said nothing when she walked over and stood before the table, unsure. Getting up, Tristan pulled out a chair next to him and motioned for her to sit. When she walked over to him, he smiled when she saw the soft pillow on the seat of the chair.

  “I figured you might still be a little sore.”

  Violet gasped and blushed scarlet. “You heard us?”

  Failing miserably to hide his smile, Tristan nodded. “You sound heavenly when you come, sweetheart.” If he weren’t holding onto the chair he would have fallen to the ground in laughter. Her expression was priceless. However, when she plopped down on the pillow and winced, miffed, Tristan quirked at her little temper. Apparently Sasha’s shrinking Violet wasn’t so docile, after all.

  Tristan sighed, reaching for his phone and said into it, “Okay, how are things, Mr. Deveroux?”

  “I just got here last night, Tristan.” Aries groaned.

  “Is everything all right there with you?” Tristan asked. “You sound pained.”

  “You have no idea,” Aries muttered.

  “When do you meet with the city council?”

  “It’s not that easy here, Tristan. There are certain hoops I have to jump through before the Council is convened. I had told you this before I left New York that Celestial doesn’t work like most towns. They are different here.”

  “They pay taxes just like everyone else.”

  “I wouldn’t bank on it.” Aries sighed, muttering something unintelligible. Trying to reign in his temper, Tristan didn’t want to upset Violet any more than he already did. He wanted this morning to be peaceful and relaxing. And so far it wasn’t.

  “Just get that damn meeting and do what you have to. I need those papers signed. Now, I have to go.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tristan had heard before the line went dead. Sitting back down at the head of the table, he watched silently as she reached for her napkin and flicked it soundly in the air, eliciting a loud pop before she placed it on her lap.

  “How did you sleep, sweetheart?” he asked, wondering if her temper was just a fleeting thing or had he actually struck a nerve.

  “Listening in on others isn’t respectful. It’s rude,” she said haughtily.

  Yep, he struck a nerve.

  Blushing, Tristan lowered his head contritely and said, “You’re absolutely correct, sweetheart. But in my defense, there wasn’t much I could do. Your screams vibrated down the hall and into the living room, where I thought I might be able to seek solace. But alas, I could even hear you in the foyer.”

  “You, sir, are no gentleman.”

  “I never claimed to be one, Violet. I’m just a man. A man who had to take two cold showers last night because of you.”

  “It looks like you are over your suffering now.”

  “Hardly,” he growled. “Coffee, tea, orange juice? What would you like to drink?”

  “Coffee, please.”

  “Milk, cream, sugar, honey, black?”

  “Two sugars and milk.”

  After making her coffee the way she liked it, Tristan placed the china cup with saucer in front of her. Violet picked up the cup and took a sip, before placing it gently back on the saucer. Tristan watched her. She had a rosy glow about her this morning. Apparently spending the night making love suited her, and it gave her back some gumption. Tristan didn’t believe that she could be all mousey all the time. That just wasn’t normal. He believed the past and he agreed with Sasha that what happened was horrible. However, unlik
e his lovelorn friend, Tristan couldn’t believe that a woman would go through all of that and not maintain something of her former self. Unlike Sasha, Tristan believed that somewhere deep within Violet was a strong, vibrant woman who fought fearlessly for what she wanted, and he wanted to meet that woman.

  “So are you ready for your day of adventuring and seeing all things new?” he asked, watching her intently. Today was his day. His day to find out what made this woman tick. To see if she would let him into her life, just as Sasha had. He didn’t begrudge his friend anything, and yes, Sasha had a head start, but this was not a race. Being with Violet was going to be a marathon. There were things she would never overcome and Tristan was okay with that. He just wanted to know if she had more room in her heart for him. There was already something magnificent about the woman that intrigued him, and that was in her favor. Women barely intrigued him, but last night, while he held her in his arms, there was a moment of something, a spark or whatever that held him. Then they were interrupted by the evil bitch and everything went to hell fast.

  Tristan knew Sasha would say nothing. It wasn’t his past to tell. Though Tristan wasn’t happy about Morgana intruding on his fragile moment, he figured the sooner he got his past out of the way the better. Because if his hunches were right, and generally they were, there was more to Sasha’s shrinking violet, and he, too, wanted to see the woman bloom.

  “What adventuring?”

  “I thought I’d show you a bit of New York. Then we can go to lunch. You know, just you and I spending some time together, getting to know each other.”

  “You want to know me?”

  “We both do,” Sasha said, coming into the room. Tristan growled as his best friend smiled, shrugging his shoulders. The interloper was invading his time with the beautiful Violet. So when Sasha leaned over and kissed the top of Violet’s head and she blushed, well, Tristan had all he was going to take. He had prepared for something like this, and without waiting, he pulled a wrapped package out of his breast pocket and slid it toward her.